Julie London — Let There Be Love

Let there be you, let there be me Let there be oysters under the sea Let there be wind, an occasional rain Chile con carne, sparkling champagne Let there be birds to sing in the trees Someone to bless me whenever I sneeze Let there be cuckoos, a lark, and a dove But first of all, please, let there be love Let there be you, let there be me Oysters under the sea Let there be wind, an occasional rain Chile con carne, sparkling champagne Let there be birds to sing in the trees Someone to bless me whenever I sneeze Let there be cuckoos, a lark, and a dove But first of all, please, let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love